Tuesday, August 12, 2008


Have you ever met anyone who actually could look in a mirror and decide they looked good?

My friend that was just here is a beautiful woman. Everyone says so. Everyone but her. My friend M is a beautiful woman who can get her husband heated up in a moments notice - but does she think she looks good?

I look in the mirror and I see bad skin, too much weight around my belly, frizzy hair, etc. That's not all I am, and I logically know this, but still - that's what I see.

So I ask again, does anyone ever look in a mirror and decide they look good? Of course not - if that were the case the diet industry would be non-existent, the cosmetics companies would be out of business, and clothing would be a hell of a lot cheaper.

Why can't I just accept myself for the way I am? Why will I pass up candy in exchange for a Lean Cuisine for lunch? Why do I spend $75 a month on skin care? Why do I buy exercise equipment?

I bet if I added all the money I've spent to make myself look better, I could have just purchased a voluntary lobotomy - and I'd have been happier.

Monday, August 11, 2008

Old Friends

This past weekend, I had the pleasure of showing off my town (and nearby coolness) to my college roommate. She and her daughter found themselves with some extra time - so they hopped in the car for a quick 12 hour drive and stayed with D and I for the weekend.

In between the highlights of the visit, which included the Farmer's Market, an arts and crafts festival on the square, a trip to Jerome and Sedona, were what some might consider to be the low points of the weekend, but those were the parts I liked the best:

Sitting on the couch, sometimes with a glass of wine, sometimes not, sitting at the kitchen table dipping pita chips into hummus, watching an 11 year old lead my 6 year old around on a leash, as if she were a puppy, and laughing. Lots and lots of laughing. Kids laughing, adults laughing, some reminiscing, some new jokes, but beneath it all was a sense of history.

New friends are terrific, they just don't know you like the ones who knew you when you were young and carefree. The ones that knew you before the bad relationships, the horrendous fear that comes with knowing you're responsible for another person (or two), the weight of bills resting on your shoulders. The ones that knew you when all you had to worry about was shaking off a hang over and getting to class.

I don't have a lot of friends, I was never that kind of person. However, I have some really terrific ones - pretty much one or two from each of the major categories in my life. One from grammar school, two from high school, one from college, one from the beginning of my career. Maybe not a lot in numbers, but immeasurable in support and love.

Thank you for coming to visit Kim! I hope you got as much out of it as I did!

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Hmm... This sounds familiar


Last night, my friend and I were sitting in the living room and I said to her, 'I never want to live in a vegetative state, dependent on some machine and fluids from a bottle. If that ever happens, just pull the plug.'

She got up, unplugged the Computer, and threw out my wine.

She's so hateful...

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Why haven't I been writing?

I am in a strange place these days.

I'm either really happy and just enjoying it too much to write about it, or I'm cranky and annoyed and don't want to commit anything in writing that I won't want to read later.

Strange, isn't it?

Is there a happy medium or am I destined for one of those roller coaster kinds of lives - where there are amazing highs and frightening lows, but not a whole lot in the middle.

The more I think about it, the more I realize I probably wouldn't want the middle of the road life either, would I? Isn't middle of the road just a nice way of saying routine? Isn't routine just a nice way of saying dull?

OK, so let's say that I'm resigned to a life of mountains and valleys - how do I remind myself when I'm at the bottom of a valley that there's another mountain around the corner? Maybe that's what I needed to put in writing.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

A New Post

My dear friend has been on my case to write a new post. Having either nothing I want to talk about or nothing to talk about at all... I am stealing from Dina.


Here's the deal....

1: Type in “[your name] needs” in the Google search:
Lizabeth needs a job, but is either over or undereducated, depending on the prospective employer.

This is from a book by Janet Evanovich, funnily enough - I just read it last month!

2: Type in “[your name] looks like” in Google search:
Liz looks like a rockstar with slurpees.

Lizabeth wouldn't work on that one - but still... I like it - a rock star with slurpees...

3: Type in “[your name] does” in Google search:
Liz Does Her Back In.

Is this revenge or physical torment on oneself? I could go either way.

4: Type in “[your name] hates” in Google search:
Lizbeth hates doing anything the quick-and-dirty way. In fact, she generally hates to be in a hurry at all.

True - I don't like to be in a hurry, and I hate to be late. However, there is something to be said for shortcuts!

5: Type in “[your name] goes to” in Google search:
Liz goes to Doubleday in Landisbury PA (near Carlyle) to play baseball.

Well, I guess if I was going to go play baseball, Pennsylvania is as good as anywhere.

6. Type in “[your name] eats” in Google search:
Liz eats Horseradish.

This is a video on You Tube I guess. Wow, people really will film themselves doing anything, won't they?

7: Type in “[your name] has” in Google search:
Lizabeth has her mother to herself.

Actually, now that she lives in Maine, I don't really anymore.

8: Type in “[your name] died” in Google Search:
He said there was no evidence of how Lizabeth died.

I don't know if this is supposed to count, but it's the first one.

9: Type in “[your name] will” in Google search:
Liz will always be watching over you both and she will live on through that beautiful daughter of yours.

Kinda creepy.

Does that count as something? At least until I'm ready to talk more.

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

I Know... I know...

But come on... this is funny!

Friday, May 9, 2008


The rules say you can only type one word.

1. Where is your cell phone? purse
2. Your significant other? D
3. Your hair? frizzy
4. Your Skin? Casper
5.Your mother? healthier
6. Your favorite thing? giggling
7. Your dream last night? dark
8. Your favorite drink? Diet
9. Your dream/goal? Freedom
10. The room you're in? Office
11. Your ex? Weasel
12. Your fear? accidents
13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Home
14. Where were you last night? Bed
15. What you're not? Easy
16. Muffins? Blueberry
17. One of your wish list items? Time
18. Where you grew up? Cali
19. The last thing you did? Talk
20. What are you wearing? Raspberry
21. Your TV? Off
22. Your pet(S)? cat
23. Your computer? Pictures
24. Your life? Complicated
25. Your mood? Fragile
26. Missing someone? Always
27 Your car? MommyCar
28. Something you're not wearing? Ring
29 Favorite Store? Giftcard
30. Your summer? Full
31. Like someone? Lots
32. Your favorite color? purple
33. When is the last time you laughed? today
34. Last time you cried? Yesterday
35. Who will/would re-post this? Sadie?

Your turn, ladies (and Gentelmen - but there's only one I know that reads this that has a Blog, and he barely updates it. Right, Andrew?) But Debbie, Sadie, Christine, Dina, Melissa, you know who you are!